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Morals of the wise

Have to wait in line

Breathe in the stench of the

Human condition

In spite of all

His discontent

Watch as he cuts his hands

On a safe living

In spite of all

His discontent

Righteous men know nothing

Back up machinery still good

Self serving piety still good

With all that form you'd think

Better they knew everything

Extra regular

Still, I see you're scared

Of strangers walking by

And it makes me wish

We were still alive